H-heh, yeah. Figured I'd just get used to it, yanno? Like, I know how to walk on two legs, and I know how to horse, so I thought "Suck it up, buttercup! Get those sea legs back, go for a swim!" So, here I am!
[He laughs, kneeling that big ol' horse body down to rummage around in his cooler.]
You thirsty? I got water and [jazz hands] ~hard lemonade~.
Yeah, I think so! Swimming really helped, actually. Got used to moving everything independently without having to worry about gravity, yanno? It's just hard to remember which leg does what, sometimes. But I'm getting there!
[He twists open her lemonade before handing it over and scooching over a bit to make space for her on his blanket.]
[He blinks, furrowing his brow a bit. What a silly thing to apologize for.]
Can't blame you for not thinking of eeeeverything. It's not like you planned to have horses as regulars, yanno. Besides, we'd end up with a whole lot more than a few broken glasses if we did.
But hey, here's to a shift with no broke shit~! [Snickering, he clinks his bottle against hers.]
[Her bottle meets his, and she tips a fair amount back, taking a breath with a satisfied sigh. Even if her demon nature didn't make it easier to drink, can she really help but find lemonade refreshing? But once she's done, she asks—]
So I'm guessing that means you're still having trouble changing back, huh?
[When he envisions himself, it's a little cartoony. Like he's drawing himself in his brain. Her description of him makes him want to laugh, but he's trying to stay on task and take this seriously!
Her hands really are so warm, and the ambiance of her voice with the sound of the ocean is all quite calming... He could get used to this.]
[She can see his lips twitch— that's not a problem. She's not trying to keep it too serious, anyway. People have often talked about how hard it is to meditate, and this is sort of a crash course, so she isn't expecting much.
Just his concentration and focus. That should be enough, right?
She continues leading him down his own body, talking him through his arms, his stomach, his waist, his hips—]
Down to your two, average, every-day kelpie legs. One foot down to the hoof on the left, one on the right.
Imagine yourself... as exactly what you want to be right now. Standing on your own two.. horsey feet.
[Maya clears her throat and straightens up too, fighting off her giggles to start him over from the beginning.]
Now, from the top of your ears to that red kelpie hair..
[She details each part of him, admiring how the bare glimpse of morning starts to catch in the more translucent parts of his kelp, making him look like a vinyl figure.]
Down to your shoulders, and your collarbones... Your upper arms, your elbows, and now your hands...
[She moves her fingers in his, rubbing her thumbs over each joint to help guide his awareness. She's so tempted to tease and tickle him and ruin it all, but— she's supposed to be helping! Clearly she can make him smile like that again later.]
[He follows along in his mind, nodding a bit as if to affirm that he is, in fact, listening. He has to try not to think about his horse shoulders and instead consider his hips as they were before they got glued to this horse torso (or horso if you will.) It's only been a week since he was a kelpie last, so why the hell is it so hard to remember how his body worked??!]
[As if she can sense his hesitation, Maya takes her hands out of his and places them on Hanna's... 'hips'. She closes her own eyes to better imagine without being distracted by his horso, and places her palms flat on his haunches.]
Your hips. They're just like you remember. Attached to just two... horse's leg's. Just two of 'em. Right down to two, big, powerful hooves.
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[He laughs, kneeling that big ol' horse body down to rummage around in his cooler.]
You thirsty? I got water and [jazz hands] ~hard lemonade~.
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[She notes, though, seeing he's knelt down—]
You really are getting the hang of it, though, huh?
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[He twists open her lemonade before handing it over and scooching over a bit to make space for her on his blanket.]
How was work? Did I miss anything fun?
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[Always something to note. She takse a place beside him, taking that lemonade with one hand and patting his horse back with the other.]
Sorry it's so hard for you to get around the bar like this.
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Can't blame you for not thinking of eeeeverything. It's not like you planned to have horses as regulars, yanno. Besides, we'd end up with a whole lot more than a few broken glasses if we did.
But hey, here's to a shift with no broke shit~! [Snickering, he clinks his bottle against hers.]
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So I'm guessing that means you're still having trouble changing back, huh?
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Wh-wha-- huh? N-no, it's. I'm-- I'll get there!
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[She stands up again and turns to face Hanna, holding out his hands for his.]
OK! That's it! What you need is some help from the peninsula's top psychic assistant!
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You gonna hypnotize me or something? [Eyebrow.]
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[Maya hops in place.]
Do you want me to do that?
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[And why does it worry him just a little? He knows she's a demon and demons love mischief... was she thinking of doing something terrible to him?]
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[She seems just as eager about offering this as she was about hypnosis, though.]
I bet if we just clear your mind, you can find your inner being!
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Oh-- well, I mean. I'll try anything once. Eheh. So, uh. Whichever is easier for you!
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So let's try meditation, shall we?
[She gives his hands a squeeze.]
Close your eyes and take a nice, deep breath.
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[He's holding her hands though... it's gonna be so hard to focus... But he's still gonna give it a try.
He exhales and shakes out the nerves, then shuts his eyes and takes the deep breath as instructed.]
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I want you to breathe in when the sea comes in... and out when it gooooes out.
[She breathes, too, just loud enough to guide him, and does it for quite a few paces.]
Now... I want you to picture yourself in your head. Right here, where you stand.
Think about the tippy tops of your horsey ears... The bright red kelp on your head... All those little freckles on your nose, right down to your lips.
[Outside of his view, she's busy admiring everything she lists off, hoping to help give him a guided trip down awareness of his own body.]
To your chin... to your shoulders....
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Her hands really are so warm, and the ambiance of her voice with the sound of the ocean is all quite calming... He could get used to this.]
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Just his concentration and focus. That should be enough, right?
She continues leading him down his own body, talking him through his arms, his stomach, his waist, his hips—]
Down to your two, average, every-day kelpie legs. One foot down to the hoof on the left, one on the right.
Imagine yourself... as exactly what you want to be right now. Standing on your own two.. horsey feet.
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[He snorts and squeezes her hands, opening one eye to gauge her reaction.
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[she scolds, though it certainly doesn't sound so scolding past her smile.]
And don't turn yourself into more horses!
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[He laughs, squeezing his eyes shut again.]
Okay, okay, okay-- start over. I'm sorry. I won't mess up this time.
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[Maya clears her throat and straightens up too, fighting off her giggles to start him over from the beginning.]
Now, from the top of your ears to that red kelpie hair..
[She details each part of him, admiring how the bare glimpse of morning starts to catch in the more translucent parts of his kelp, making him look like a vinyl figure.]
Down to your shoulders, and your collarbones... Your upper arms, your elbows, and now your hands...
[She moves her fingers in his, rubbing her thumbs over each joint to help guide his awareness. She's so tempted to tease and tickle him and ruin it all, but— she's supposed to be helping! Clearly she can make him smile like that again later.]
From your chest... to your stomach, to your hips.
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Your hips. They're just like you remember. Attached to just two... horse's leg's. Just two of 'em. Right down to two, big, powerful hooves.
That can stand on their own.
And don't need no back legs.
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